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Thursday, August 31, 2006
merrybrown magic
He said "hold on".
Dug deep into his folder, status of documents concealed? Forgotten. Erased? Insignificant. Ignored? Ignored. For her.
"Hah!" The pristine white office paper: sometimes classroom-friendly, sometimes criminal; it laid bare on the table like a foreign toy to a clueless child -- Hey kid, play with me! I'm a er, a toy! A toy!
She glanced up at him. Paper plane? Paper doll? Oh no... papercut? Her face despaired.
Him; thinking: this is all normal, i know her, i must show her i know her. "Paper! And here's a pen... black ink, your favourite."

Then he smiled. "Go doodle, i know you'd love that." God, his dimple!

Fingers poised, pen charged. Frozen in the sweet coolness that the gentle rain emitted. But she couldn't, for the life of her, stop thinking that that was the sweetest moment in eight-fifty memories lost on her.

He hopes she smiles. She hopes he knows.

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fara // 00:30






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